KENDRICK LAMAR Kurupted

These streets is jurassic, cowards get asthmaticAstronauts hover throughout the atmosphere, that the ghetto burbPull up on the curb (what’s up homie!), smoke a nigga then dipIt’s the immaculate, verbal assassin, strangle your perfect etiquette to an accentThis is Jesus of NazarethSpittin’ gold policies to a world unknownIn a cherry Low-Low with four zones of weed, no sticks no seedsPrestigious when I post safe through fifty states, beneath the speedCan corral the largest crowds, mosh pit with a big dickScreaming bitches ain’t shit, she gobble gobble for hours I jumped in the showerI dismantle, devour, hardest Emcees softer than Clam chowderNo challengers can compete, they’re childish and weak, detrimentalHazardous hazard to instrumentals, intertwined with God and FrankensteinI’m kurupted!

I’m kurupted!

Gimme a hundred G’s for every Emcee I drop to their kneesVerbically useless, oh you got the Juice? I’ll squeeze you juicelessCatch you, hang you from many noosesBeen the truth since, Snoop and the pound was fuckin’ over ruthlessYoung and I’m ruthless, twenty-one with twenty-one guns, shottys thats looted from pac, lyrical cyclopsLazer-in on paper and fraudulent friends, bitch yous a bitch in disguise and bitches get tenBullets to their midsection, Mr. Lethal injection in a regal higher than church steeples, I swear to godCount your lyrics in a jar, I’mma pterodactyl tearin’ ya squad, like pardon me in Terrance Martin in Aston MartinCannibal co-existing with the coldest, that means I’m the sickest, and Theraflu won’t doWhenever I’m kicking the wickedness, explosive, syntagmatic, smokin’ like the barrel of this tech aimin’ at ya’ neckI’m kurupted!

I’m kurupted!

(Look homie) I’m from C-O-MP-TO-aNy nigga can get it, the little homie strapped and he with itAt the Avalanche swap-meet (what’s up fool!)Blunt longer than Rose Grants, I’ll grab the devil then slow dancePractice trigonometry, practice my aim on rooftops eating pastrami sandwiches, you are counterfeitWorthless beats and verses surfaced. West Coast with a big scope kill all Y’all It’s Top Dawg, TDE, CPTQuick to tell a bitch jump on my dick A.S.A.PComplete havoc, compulsive disorder, rhyme addict — SlaughterHouse is full of Joey, Joells and Royces for ya’Live from the area code of Three-One-Oh, laughin’ all the way to the bank with three ElmosThree six-fo’s, One bottle of Goose, I’m the truth, you could put your hand on the bible and shootI’m Kurupted!

See a lot of y’all get real disrespectful, real comfortable, not recognizin’ ya’ legendsWest Coast legends, Young Gotti

I black out like Howard University when I verbally turn into Hercules hurtin’ these Emcees early and urgently urkin’ my nerves searching for certain certified nouns and verbs on the verge of vigorous victory. Kurupted